597 Quotes by Erin Morgenstern

How are you feeling? Zachary asks. “Like I’m losing my mind but in a slow, achingly beautiful sort of way.

It bothers him most at times like this, in the bottom of the brandy bottle and the quiet of the night.

There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise.

I didn’t know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.

It’s a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

Reading a novel, he supposes, is like playing a game where all the choices have been made for you ahead of time by someone who is much better at this particular game.

We are fish in a bowl, dear.

It looks a breath away from being a crumbling ruin. Held together by spinning planets and ticking clocks and wishful thinking and string.

Can’t make an egg without breaking a few metaphors.